Take my heart Only for keeps And I will wrap yours With the walls of my heart; A promise I intend to keep. ~Susan McMillan
Night fall covers Her piercing beauty Still she shines through come morning! Susan McMillan
Dear pen Is it me Or you That tempts me To spill ink Staining the world Like a fool? I have been working on this labor of love for a while and I am excited to bring it forward to my dearest readers. It is currently available only in paperback but I should have the…… Continue reading New Poetry Book Release
A pen. My temptation Is to stare at my pen Words lingering in my mouth As though I could laugh them out . My pen Is within reach At bed time, Perhaps I should snooze But I can’t let my pen down Just like that For she is wicked Like that . She; my pen…… Continue reading Temptation
You My darling. Always you. Susan McMillan
Like “ant piles” We made mounds in every corner Eager to learn, live and leave someday Trying to find ourselves Or something like that… Accepting changes In between class rooms . The hallways broke us; We made friends And lost them at times Had our first fights That lasted seasons Our worst of grades Glued…… Continue reading High school
As I open my eyes, They linger They linger around beauty; God’s beautiful creation . My neighbor Myself; God’s own image Nature; God’s perfection at hand . I am amazed, I am in awe I am left to wonder yet still At the depth of God’s love; His hand In every detail Around me. Susan…… Continue reading Beauty; His hand.
Cruel space Upon a lost “soul” amidst A “hunting” crowd Filled with noise From loud voices scattered in the air Like bad perfume . Brutal Are the well composed Beings posed in well Pressed shirts and dresses With neckties to match their distress As they sway from Street to street . The air is heavy…… Continue reading The city.
The air smells like December But November is yet to come Not forgetting October I know it’s only September A time to gather some apples For some waffles. Susan McMillan (For the love of changing seasons)
With gratitude We must live in each passing day With humility We ought to embrace every second In awe Every breathe must be! For life, Is precious; A precious gift undeserved. Susan McMillan